JessieTargaryen
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Celestial Queen-in-Waiting
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6 yrs ago
Hey guys, don't catch the flu. It sucks! - PSA from your friendly neighborhood Targaryen
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7 yrs ago
Our father's were evil men, all of us. They left the world worse than they found it. We're not going to do that, we're going to leave the world better than we found it - Daenerys Targaryen
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8 yrs ago
Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow. - Edwin Way Teale
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8 yrs ago
Ever make a mistake so bad, that it hurts every time you just think of it? Ever wish you could go back in time and fix everything so you didn't hurt the one who matters most? Yeah, me too.
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8 yrs ago
Hail Hydra!
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Do not go gentle into that good night
By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Jason's cloak of darkness formed around him, ready to go on. The demon prince began his trek towards the forest. Determined that the very force that had forced his father into this and ruined his people would be destroyed, and his father would be killed.
Jason watched as s small girl jumped out of the locker and leveled a... scapel? At him. The boy smiled and let out a soft chuckle as he saw that. Trying to attack him with a scapel. That was hilarious. He was about to respond to the girl's words whenever some large black being grabbed her and spun her around. Looking down at the girl, Jason decided it definitely looked murderous.
"As far as I get." He said, because Jason himself did not know the overworld at all, but he refused to let the ranger know of that, lest she would poke fun at him. He would not appreciate it if she did that to him.
"Up to you. And I don't need you waiting on me." The boy said, a bit harshly. Though it was simply to hide that he was growing on the girl. He started to actually enjoy her company. But as mean as Jason was, he couldn't let her be his friend. He would never force the pain that would ensue upon anybody. His life was tragedy and failure. He would never force that anybody.
Jason looked around the blood soaked medical bay. He had only recently woken up to find himself inside some sort of makeshift soundproof hiding area. A doctor had been tending to him after the boy had suffered an impact that had knocked him unconcious while entering the station. After the explosion. The doctor had explained that the station was being taken apart and shut down, then some killer (Jason saw the doctor's expression. Whoever this killer was, was one scary human. ) then soon after the good doctor had tried to leave to get some water for Jason, his head exploded from a gunshot. Since then Jason had been on his own, walking the empty hallways. Something seemed off, it was silent but still. He stuck to the shadows and refused to enter the main hall. Sticking to sneaking around. As the boy entered a small room he thought he heard something shaking in a locker. He grabbed the combat knife he had taken from the doctor'doctor's body, ready for whoever was hiding in there. (Echo)
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(no piercings)
~stands at 5' 7~
Jason Project 5549
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Jason is Weyland-Yutani's pet project. He is naturally gifted with intelliegence, able to discerned most puzzles and situations in record time and have a 99 percent success rate. They injected him with chemicals to make him stronger, and as a side effect made him somewhat faster. (And as one scientist reading Ash's reports of the Alientire noted, As fast and as strong as the beast reported.) So when a station near the planet where Nostromo went down suddenly went offline after receiving Ellen Ripley's flight recorder, they figured the Alien must have been onboard the Station. What better way to test their master project than to pit him against the Alien, all without him knowing what he would face. Now the boy is onboard the station after being separated from the Torrens and his team sent to retrieve the flight recorder. The boy must survive on his own.
Highly Intelligent, Fast and Strong as the Xeno. Jason is the perfect match for the Cat and Mouse game, along with some brief encounters. He wears armored gloves and arm guards on a daily basis and steel toed boots.
(no piercings)~stands at 5' 7~
Jason Project 5549
17
Male
Jason is Weyland-Yutani's pet project. He is naturally gifted with intelliegence, able to discerned most puzzles and situations in record time and have a 99 percent success rate. They injected him with chemicals to make him stronger, and as a side effect made him somewhat faster. (And as one scientist reading Ash's reports of the Alientire noted, As fast and as strong as the beast reported.) So when a station near the planet where Nostromo went down suddenly went offline after receiving Ellen Ripley's flight recorder, they figured the Alien must have been onboard the Station. What better way to test their master project than to pit him against the Alien, all without him knowing what he would face. Now the boy is onboard the station after being separated from the Torrens and his team sent to retrieve the flight recorder. The boy must survive on his own.
Highly Intelligent, Fast and Strong as the Xeno. Jason is the perfect match for the Cat and Mouse game, along with some brief encounters. He wears armored gloves and arm guards on a daily basis and steel toed boots.
Ryuu nodded and followed his Sensei through the stadium. Although when they arrived at the exam area, his Sensei disappeared. A clone, How come my Sharingan never picked this up earlier? the boy mused to himself as he took off, heading towards the area where his Sensei had told him too meet. He was curious about his other team member, and hoped that he was going to be able to catch the fight. Whenever Ryuu arrived at the correct area, instead of a fight the Genin saw his Sensei freaking out for some reason, or at least he looked freaked out. Usually the boy would never bother with asking anybody about such a thing, but this man was his teacher. So he might as well be kind. "Sensei, is there something wrong? You appear... Stressed."
Jason responded by looking down at his feet, then his armor formed around him long enough for it to transfer the information gold mine that he had stolen from the ship's computer to Shroedinger. He left out the part about him programming the ship to fly into the sun after they left. Once the armor was gone again, despite just being hit by Shroedinger, the boy stepped forward and hugged her again. He buried his face in her neck and something that rarely ever happens, happened. The boy felt tears fall down his face and he began to cry. The emotion from Earth's destruction really getting him. His usual hard armor against emotion was gone, he was open and exposed. "Shroe I know what you're thinking. The monster is back, I - I need your help to get through this. Please Shroe. I'm scared." He admitted, instantly hating himself for becoming too much like the scared little kid he never wanted to be again.
Jason looked at the neko. "I can Teleportation past the roadblocks. Trust me, in the forest we will pretty much be constantly fighting the forces that hunt me." He said softly, then looked into her eyes. "Besides most should know to get out of a demon prince's way"
Slypheed said
I present to the long since expired Spycrab, a IC post :P
Ouch shroe, give Jason a break xD.
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